<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895658</id><updated>2011-12-30T23:27:10.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is A Journey.... Not a Destiny</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087643454582913545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/R9AI55-rlFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9GF-noSFeBc/S220/P1010150.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895658.post-1178147782764075406</id><published>2007-12-27T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:31:43.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes break up may not be that bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;agree or not? i'm not so sure myself...i've been with this guy whom i've been very loyal to and loving him so much for 4 years...and now...it's my turn to judge whenever is a break up really saddening or it's not that bad after all...but i cant judge it right now...it just happened....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;what's in his mind now?how is he feeling now? i really want to know. is he completely fine with the final decision we have come to? or he still misses me? as for me, i still miss him a lot and i still want him back but things just don't work out between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3 years and 2 days ago, around this time (12.20 am) , i passed to him a pink horse, in his car,outside of my house. I remember i just arrived home after my sabah trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and the blue horse, was kept with me. it was so sweet that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;talking about the pair of horses, it reminds me of how he surprised me with them. It all happened in 1 Utama, it wasn't our first date of course. We were having our lunch at Waffles World and towards the of it, he suddenly mentioned he wanna go to the toilet. Of course i said all right! but as time past, i was so worried that he was not gonna come back...he would leave me there alone cuz he took so long!i was also worried that something happened to him. hehe....but phew, he came back. Guess what, he took so long cuz he went to buy the pair of horses and put them in the front seater of his car. When i opened the door, i was surprised of course! hehe....cuz he knew i would love them. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh and the year before that, i made him cookies on his bday. hehe...we were so shy that time... it was my first time baking....the second time was during his spm....but...wouldnt wanna recall what happened that time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We were so sweet and lovely that time. Fuc* ...can't control my tears again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;okay, i'm fine now...chill... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;silly right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;let's see...flowers...right...the first time i received flowers from him was on V day 2005.  i still kept the petals...in a bottle...believe it or not...they were so sweet...! =) still look beautiful to me...i wish the relationship is like them....after years...still looking beutiful there. It was so embarrassing when he sent the flowers to my house....not embarrassing...shy...hehe...cuz my whole family was there! scared la that time...hehe...but it was really a sweet thought =) thanks, if u read this one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;then my bday on that year...hehe....a big box of presents =) and i lovely card made by him...hey i havent used my shopping spree voucher!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;mind if i skip that year? it was his first year at college....i dun wanna recall that year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;then his first year in melbourne....another sweet but wasted year....before he came back for his first holidays...it was sweet...but after that....it was not....my wrong, i would say...for not appreciating him for what he has done....i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;well...i got my baby phone...then we went to buy our rings...we went to genting...met his parents...his frenz....my necklace...watch...snowman and snowlady in a snow globe...bracelet with our names engraved on it...hehe....flower =P (reminds me of the day at ikea...hehe) ...all kept in a box =) he was so nice to me... so sweet....not only bout what he got me...but....things he had done for me... =) hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this year....i dun remember much...cuz normally i erase painful ugly memories....unless it hit on me deeply....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895658-1178147782764075406?l=emptyorfilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1178147782764075406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895658&amp;postID=1178147782764075406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/1178147782764075406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/1178147782764075406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-break-up-may-not-be-that-bad.html' title='sometimes break up may not be that bad...'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087643454582913545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/R9AI55-rlFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9GF-noSFeBc/S220/P1010150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895658.post-3115889676413287228</id><published>2007-05-09T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:25:40.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes life seems like a destiny</title><content type='html'>yeah..probably you will be saying : " look who's talking here, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm always telling people to perceive life as a journey and not a destiny because my bro made me to perceive so...but hey...sometimes, life does seem like a destiny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe this is occurring to many people as well...we seem to have  'no choice' in our vocabulary....and we often use it...too frequent to become one of our habits to use it as an excuse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really have no option in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that, we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, I'm feeling very lost right now...to make a choice, just like stoning at the divider of the roads, don't know which to choose...where to head for....when every one around me is dashing towards his/her direction of life....knowing what they are seeking for...never stop at any junction or divider....all are so clear and determined....but i'm so woolly and vague about my life...&lt;br /&gt;Every thing in my life seems so uncertain...so unsure (true, nothing is really guaranteed but sometimes...efforts guarantee some people's future...just as much in mine)&lt;br /&gt;It's as though there's a veil clouding my vision....being the the blockage to allow me to see what my life is...what is there ahead of me....&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being prepared always...(too young to say tired? ) prepared to overcome any obstacles that coming in my way yet it's too blur to see them as i walk...i wished i could remove the veil and allows me a better sight of what's beckoning me behind the horizon or maybe there's no world welcoming me other than my own cloudy misty world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@@#$%#@&amp;&amp;amp;**&amp;@##@$!!???//";:'!@#%%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? that is a symbol of my life....i don't think i'll ever be able to appreciate those symbols...those unable-to-be-understood symbols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the flow as i always advise myself...but i always wish to determine my own life....not bound by anything....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895658-3115889676413287228?l=emptyorfilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/feeds/3115889676413287228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895658&amp;postID=3115889676413287228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/3115889676413287228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/3115889676413287228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-life-seems-like-destiny.html' title='sometimes life seems like a destiny'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087643454582913545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/R9AI55-rlFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9GF-noSFeBc/S220/P1010150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895658.post-4116826483555584408</id><published>2007-04-19T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:40:44.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past 20 over days'life</title><content type='html'>when was the last time i blog?? more than 20 days!!! omg....but it looks as though it's only 2 days!! Thanks to those tests and work load i had wei....but...it's not ended yet...NEVER LA....exams next week....gag gag puke puke!!! i'm so sick of it la.....it's like forever being examined!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right..forget about that part....last sat....a week ago....i was supposed to go to kajang for satay....but never mind....the plan cancelled....so supposed to have a 'chilling' moment with the so called 'heng tai - Mr Kuah (Chze Yang) and Nic....&lt;br /&gt;Of all days...i tell you...when i really get a chance to go out....i fell sick!! OF ALL DAYS...&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 tests on last sat...and i didnt manage to finish the first paper....and obviously....i had to miss the second paper....got very dizzy and giddy and nauseous and a little imbalance....well it all mean almost the same isnt it? haha.....ok so i missed the time with my 'heng tai'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAK APA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday....i felt better in the morning!! good thing...yupe yupe..so i thought...hey....maybe a drink with shae will make my day better!!!&lt;br /&gt;but but.....i didnt feel that good again when he was free....so...it's just too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then come to this week....oh you won't wanna know...so i won't blog either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today? WEEE!!!! finally...i can have a little of the burden off my shoulders!! because tmr's class cancelled!!!! oh oh....to all my dearest friends....i've had a hair cut...and new glasses!!! but no photo to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so conclusion....life sucks for the days past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to my penguin and all my dearest....please reappear in my life to make it more colourful...i'm sick of the grey and dull life....ok...i sound really pathetic here...i mean...i miss you guys!!! why are u guys so busy??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895658-4116826483555584408?l=emptyorfilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/feeds/4116826483555584408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895658&amp;postID=4116826483555584408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/4116826483555584408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/4116826483555584408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/2007/04/past-20-over-dayslife.html' title='the past 20 over days&apos;life'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087643454582913545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/R9AI55-rlFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9GF-noSFeBc/S220/P1010150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895658.post-745086066822802918</id><published>2007-03-27T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:34:44.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phrase- I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;            The phrase- I Love You, have you ever realised how deceiving can it be at times? or, most of the times? This phrase is often used by people. The first perception people will have from this phrase is a way of expressing his/her feeling to someone but have you thought of other reasons which people may use this phrase for? Obviously, i'm referring it to the wrong purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Saying I love you, it could really mean that I love you but people nowadays just seem to be using it wrongly. WHY?!??!&lt;br /&gt;Some may think that using it is cool or is a way of showing a more lovely or friendly person he/she is. An example, look at the 'guai loh' , don't you think that they use this phrase very often? They use it even to a friend whom they know just for a few days!! Hence, people tend to follow their culture...simply because they think...it's a friendly phrase.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some may think that it's a some sort magnetic-attraction words to the opposite sex. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;Some says it because...they perceive they are in love....&lt;br /&gt;Some says it because they wanna hold someone's heart....&lt;br /&gt;Some says it because they just wanna be in love, like any of other people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            HOW MUCH do you understand the phrase-I Love You? How much can you describe your feeling is so true to have the right to say it? By the way, before you say it, do you think you have the right to do so? Frankly speaking, I personally don't think that there is a way of describe the feeling love. However, it doesn't mean that every one has the right to say it. If you think you are responsible for the words you say, for whatever consequences it may lead to, and strongly believe that you will have no regret after saying it, then, I won't say that you don't have the right to use it. So, do you think you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Next question you may ask me, why the hell would I need a right to say a three-letter phrase??!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dear friends, you don't know how sensitive are certain people towards this phrase. Do you know how a romantic and sweet phrase can ended up be the most risky and dangerous words?&lt;br /&gt;You may just hurt a person so deeply  without any physical dangerous weapons....but just with those three words. You have all the rights to love someone, but you absolutely have no right to hurt some one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Most people,like i said, have this perception, when a party says I Love You, it means he/she has a unique,undescriable, heavenly feeling which they believe is God's gift towards them.&lt;br /&gt;But please....don't be a fool because you may end up being hurt by this enormously strong and sensitive phrase.  Just don't be so foolish to be deceived by these words so easily!! Have second thought about how true the words are!! How true are these people who use them? Are you sure you can trust their words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            There are many kinds of people in this world... some may be the same being as in the same person...but acting as two people or more roles....some of these roles...are not who they are but just masks which they often use to cover and hide their identity.  Stop wearing the masks you are putting on now. Remove them and be who you are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this song and do realise how strong the words- I Love You can be.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDJVbyaOn3Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDJVbyaOn3Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;JOY ENRIQUEZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Losing The Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; There are days when I regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; The things I said to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I put my trust in no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; It broke my heart and I blamed it on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; You were kind and oh so gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; But I refused to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; That someone like you existed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I was somewhere in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; While you were loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I cried myself to sleep last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; When I woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; There were tear stains on my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; It hurt so much to sacrifice what I gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Without you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I will always feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Losing the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; From someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Not a day goes by without something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Reminding me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; The truth is that I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; It gets so hard not being with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; There are times when I go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; In the twilight of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; How I long to be your woman again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; There's pain that I hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; That will not let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I cried myself to sleep last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; When I woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; There were tear stains on my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; It hurt so much to sacrifice what I gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Without you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I will always feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Losing the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; From someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; BRIDGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I don't wanna make this too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; But I just wanna be where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; In your life, by your side, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I cried myself to sleep last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; When I woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; There were tear stains on my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; It hurt so much to sacrifice what I gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Without you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I will always feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Losing the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; From someone like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895658-745086066822802918?l=emptyorfilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/feeds/745086066822802918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895658&amp;postID=745086066822802918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/745086066822802918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/745086066822802918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/2007/03/phrase-i-love-you.html' title='The Phrase- I Love You'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087643454582913545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/R9AI55-rlFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9GF-noSFeBc/S220/P1010150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895658.post-7688386727030115571</id><published>2007-03-26T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:18:50.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Rules For A Happy Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/Rge4mQ00YtI/AAAAAAAAACE/aWRJBrocZPw/s1600-h/P3090646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046204874982974162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/Rge4mQ00YtI/AAAAAAAAACE/aWRJBrocZPw/s400/P3090646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to be in a marriage to adhere to these rules...but come on...if you wanna maintain a good relationship ....in particular those who are experiencing a long distance relationship... YOU HAVE TO!! Well... if any of the party is not...i guess you are just not ready for a relationship OR not willing to commit into a relationship...or else...you are just gonna hurt your partner....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like i always say...it takes two hands to clap...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895658-7688386727030115571?l=emptyorfilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/feeds/7688386727030115571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895658&amp;postID=7688386727030115571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/7688386727030115571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/7688386727030115571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/2007/03/10-rules-for-happy-marriage.html' title='10 Rules For A Happy Marriage'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087643454582913545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/R9AI55-rlFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9GF-noSFeBc/S220/P1010150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/Rge4mQ00YtI/AAAAAAAAACE/aWRJBrocZPw/s72-c/P3090646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895658.post-7555534345196112329</id><published>2007-03-26T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:12:44.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Enriquez - How Can I Not Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/62DkAEB3AGc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/62DkAEB3AGc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cannot touch, cannot hold, cannot be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cannot love, cannot kiss, cannot love each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Must be strong and we must let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cannot say what our hearts must know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How can i not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What do i tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When do i not want you here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How does one walks away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;From all of the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How do i not miss you when you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cannot dream, cannot share sweet and tender moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cannot feel how we feel, must pretend it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Must be brave and we must go on, must not say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What we've known all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How can i not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What do i tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When do i not want you here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How does one walks away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;From all of the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How do i not miss you when you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How can i not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Must be brave and we must be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cannot say what we've known all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How can i not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What do i tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When do i not want you here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How does one walks away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;From all of the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How do i not miss you when you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How can i not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895658-7555534345196112329?l=emptyorfilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/feeds/7555534345196112329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895658&amp;postID=7555534345196112329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/7555534345196112329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/7555534345196112329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/2007/03/joy-enriquez-how-can-i-not-love-you.html' title='Joy Enriquez - How Can I Not Love You'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087643454582913545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/R9AI55-rlFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9GF-noSFeBc/S220/P1010150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895658.post-7277916981976950459</id><published>2007-03-25T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:30:11.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Flow...things will come smoothly and naturely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Geez man....What's wrong with Laundry Bar on Saturday night??!&lt;br /&gt;Perhap&lt;br /&gt;just tonight? The songs sucked!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYCNg00YfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YV-KsuILiVA/s1600-h/P3240649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045722863688245746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYCNg00YfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YV-KsuILiVA/s320/P3240649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...check out this cool trophy outside of Laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Though I may not know what the hell is UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE, but who cares?? as long as i got my baby UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE jersey!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYEjA00YgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SIHIZJzB8Sc/s1600-h/P3240674.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045725432078688770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYEjA00YgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SIHIZJzB8Sc/s320/P3240674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; - all right...you must be thinking that i'm some freaks who's advertising for heineken now... - who cares what you think...as long as i love my baby jersey!!!! woohoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Last night was pretty boring actually...but...things flow out to be not that bad...actually think about it....If you keep thinking/saying/complaining that everything is boring...It WILL be that way...but if you wanna have fun...then...you just gotta create it yourself....but again...it takes two hands....so if there's no group(well 2 persons can be a group too) obviously it's pretty hard to have fun = emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHOTOS at Laundry Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYH2A00YhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OqPq8wn-dX0/s1600-h/P3240654.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045729057031086610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYH2A00YhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OqPq8wn-dX0/s320/P3240654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; jacq...choong...shae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYKpA00YiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2gqfUtOUUQ/s1600-h/P3240658.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045732132227670562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYKpA00YiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2gqfUtOUUQ/s320/P3240658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;:: The DarlingS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYLQQ00YjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L3rlf7AyT4/s1600-h/P3240664.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045732806537536050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYLQQ00YjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L3rlf7AyT4/s320/P3240664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; : The Lovely Couple :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYL6A00YkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_9iTkzoM3zk/s1600-h/P3240682.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045733523797074498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYL6A00YkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_9iTkzoM3zk/s320/P3240682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; Emo Choong Wai (simply because he was sooo quiet the whole night) + khie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYMwQ00YlI/AAAAAAAAABE/O4atu2vn5sA/s1600-h/P3240696.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045734455804977746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYMwQ00YlI/AAAAAAAAABE/O4atu2vn5sA/s320/P3240696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; omg...look at shannon eyes!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;You see....Candid shots may not be ugly all the time...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYOTA00YmI/AAAAAAAAABM/BlEqFwRlC0E/s1600-h/P3240659.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045736152317059682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYOTA00YmI/AAAAAAAAABM/BlEqFwRlC0E/s320/P3240659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he holding my bag? -stoning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYO-w00YnI/AAAAAAAAABU/xG4KIDoAh1Y/s1600-h/P3240678.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045736903936336498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYO-w00YnI/AAAAAAAAABU/xG4KIDoAh1Y/s320/P3240678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;What are they talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045737505231757954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYPhw00YoI/AAAAAAAAABc/QqgsslXYIfw/s320/P3240677.JPG" border="0" /&gt; emo-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYQEw00YpI/AAAAAAAAABk/gnAxlacFLvE/s1600-h/P3240704.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045738106527179410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYQEw00YpI/AAAAAAAAABk/gnAxlacFLvE/s320/P3240704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; staring at hot chics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYQ3g00YqI/AAAAAAAAABs/ECvgH8WWXQ8/s1600-h/P3240705.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045738978405540514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYQ3g00YqI/AAAAAAAAABs/ECvgH8WWXQ8/s320/P3240705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; Lionel &amp; Chiak Kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYR5g00YrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/loxiGoe5Fp8/s1600-h/P3240706.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045740112276906674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYR5g00YrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/loxiGoe5Fp8/s320/P3240706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And mrs lobster &amp;amp; mr red-octopus holding a paper-made UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE Trophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYTCQ00YsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IhmAthD6mXY/s1600-h/P3240693.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045741362112389826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/RgYTCQ00YsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IhmAthD6mXY/s320/P3240693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895658-7277916981976950459?l=emptyorfilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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guy whom we would gonna learn that day-woodcock (simply because his name is cock) =.= All right...that's all i know about Mr. famous cock.... =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And i just realise something bout my dear friend, Han Xin...he actually got pretty good ass.... i mean ass...and not 'as' or 'S' wtv he refer his good assistance as.... hahahha...and he can really shake his boom boom ....!!! haha...the thing is...i didn't bring my cam that day...if not...would have post it here! haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZ6rHxHHeQs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My favourite video...song....movie....check the link above!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;music and lyrics...a movie...not to miss!! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just a reminder....don't be deceived by the introduction of the movie....the ending of the movie.... you gonna love it and believe me....the song's gonna stuck in your head for hours...days...months!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here's the lyric of the song.. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I’ve been living with a shadow overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I’ve been lonely for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can’t seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I’ve been setting aside time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I know that it’s out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;There’s got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Not just somebody just to get me throught the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I could use some direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;And I’m open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess I’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I need inspiration Not just another negotiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;I’m hoping you’ll show me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;You know that I’ll be there for you in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895658-6514170679177511693?l=emptyorfilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/feeds/6514170679177511693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895658&amp;postID=6514170679177511693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/6514170679177511693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/6514170679177511693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/2007/03/woodcock-test.html' title='woodcock test =.='/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087643454582913545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/R9AI55-rlFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9GF-noSFeBc/S220/P1010150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895658.post-117423024313266175</id><published>2007-03-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:04:03.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost...lost...lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dun understand what's going on...and i dunno what's going on....i dunno what's happening around you...i'm lost...not completely clueless nor clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno what to do...for certain things i wish to share with you...but...it always seems like you will get piss off easily....for certain things i just wanna express my feeling....but i'll normally receive a negative responce from you....for certain thing...i hope that u take notice of...yeah..some times you do...and i appreciate that... =) really....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i notice a little changes about you....but still some not changed....perhaps you need more time...perhaps you were who you are and changing who you were...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...humans nature lead us to disasters....In the name of ego, embarrassment, flow of feelings, humans sway and act to present a negative responce to boost their egoism, to avoid embarrassment and to go according to the flow of feeling. Humans....they often do so....Hence, it increase the complexity of lives...lives of a few parties around you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps...this is what we call...life.I'm lost bout us...I'm convinced by nature of the positive side....but thoughts bring me to reality...facts...truth....no..they did not...because all they brought me to was complications...vague ideas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is my boyfriend's life...some one may ask....I dunno what's his plan...i dunno what's he going for...i dunno if he himself also dunno...i dunno if he knows but just dun feel like telling...i dunno if he knows but just not comfirm..hence, not telling me...i dunno bout so much....all i know is...he wants to follow the flow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not shared with about things....maybe nothing to share ? maybe got, but he thinks it's redundant to share? maybe got, but he doesnt feel like sharing....&lt;br /&gt;i find it difficult to be with you at times...i do...but i love you so much...that i nvr wanna ask for a break up again....but i do...in this position...i do...for many reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;guideless about current life&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895658-117423024313266175?l=emptyorfilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/feeds/117423024313266175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895658&amp;postID=117423024313266175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/117423024313266175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895658/posts/default/117423024313266175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptyorfilled.blogspot.com/2007/03/lostlostlost.html' title='lost...lost...lost'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087643454582913545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_av6UOzdHKtU/R9AI55-rlFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9GF-noSFeBc/S220/P1010150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
